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The tutor's strong but careworn face flushed sensitively; but he only answered with a deprecating gesture. "Then how old is Diavolo?" Mr. Kilroy pursued absently. "About the same age," Mr. Hamilton-Wells replied, without moving a muscle of his face. Lady Adeline looked puzzled: "Of course they are the same age," she said, as if the point could be disputed. Mr.
My tutor's injustice towards Dissenters and unbelievers had also, by a natural reaction, aroused in me a profound sympathy for these maligned and despised people, and I would willingly have joined some dissenting body myself if I could have found one that had exactly my own opinions; but it seemed useless to leave the Church of England for another community if I were no more in accordance with the new than with the old.
There was a long passage running down from the House tutor's room, and on the left were doors leading into long, bare rooms, with the usual red-quilted beds and the usual wash-hand basins. On the right-hand side was the bathroom. The upper dormitories were occupied by the smaller boys of the House.
He knew, of course, pretty much what it was, and with a sudden impulse he felt that he would have given worlds to break through it and talk frankly with this man whom he revered beyond all others, wide as was the intellectual difference between them. But the tutor's reticence and the younger man's respect prevented it.
The tutor's face was a study. It was the first of these remarks he had heard. The children decided that it would balance the table better if he poured out the tea, and he good-naturedly acquiesced, and sat down with Angelica on his right, and Diavolo on his left. The fourth seat opposite was unoccupied, but there was a cover laid, and he asked who was expected.
Dexter took up a slate and pencil, wrinkled up his forehead as nearly like the tutor's as he could, and slowly drew a triangle. "Very good," said Mr Limpney. "Now, go on." Dexter stared at his sketch, then helplessly at his instructor. "I ought to write ABC here, oughtn't I, sir?" "Yes, of course. Go on." Dexter hesitated, and then put a letter at each corner.
For, make no mistake about it, when you put this question to him, you are teaching him to put it to you, and you must expect that whatever you suggest to him in the future he will follow your own example and ask, "What is the use of this?" Perhaps this is the greatest of the tutor's difficulties.
Langham stood a moment after the door closed, eyeing young Elsmere. There was a curious struggle going on in the tutor's mind. 'Elsmere, he said at last abruptly, 'would you like to go to-night and hear Grey preach? 'Preach! exclaimed the lad. 'I thought he was a layman. 'So he is. It will be a lay sermon.
When the white end of the cracker came into the young lady's hand, she was full of admiration for the fine raised pattern. As she held it between her fingers it suddenly struck her that she had discovered what the tutor's fragrant smoke smelt like. It was like the scent of orange-flowers, and had certainly a soporific effect upon the senses.
This assurance, together with Pickle's tranquil and unconcerned behaviour through the day, quieted the terrors which had begun to take possession of his tutor's imagination; so that the youth had an opportunity of giving him the slip at night, when he betook himself to the lodgings of a friend, whom he engaged as his second, and with whom he immediately took the field, in order to avoid the search which Jolter, upon missing him, might set on foot.
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